Still Life 1913

Willy Schlobach painted this still life, probably with oil on canvas. I see this riot of color, almost like a garden bursting forth. The flowers are thick with paint, creamy, dolloped on like frosting. Imagine Schlobach in his studio, grabbing a brush, loading it up with a buttery yellow, then *bam*, a quick dab onto the canvas. He probably stepped back, squinted, maybe tilted his head, then went in again with a dab of red, a stroke of blue. It makes you think about the tradition of painting and how artists learn from each other. Schlobach probably looked at Manet, maybe Monet, and thought, "I can do that, but my way." Each artist takes something and makes it their own. And now, we get to look at it and make it ours, too. Isn't that great?